Vinyl
Oh, oh
I used to be on his jobs as a kid
I knew the Vinyl would click
Before I was chasing a bitch
Buying the carpet that's cheaper
Then lean on the edges and step on the tackles
Have customers pissed
In the back of the truck
I was laying on layers of carpet
Whenever he turned, I was rolling and shit
The circle as small as it gets
Don't staple the steps without tucking it in
Why the fuck do I know what linoleum is?
Where the fuck is my tip? (Oh)
Wearing Timbs and a fresh pair of jeans
I went to school and had holes in the fit
I knew these shawties was sad and going out tragic
Before I was laying out padding
Before I was hammering tacks in
Before I was ducking attachment
Chasing success, I knew that I needed it faster
I knew that I needed it faster
This the kicker
I knew the diffence between niggas who really was on
And the ones that just act like they bigger
Since we was on Wicker
I knew that time and the distance would kill em
Cause niggas grow bitter
Was packing emotions so much
I could pack up a Sprinter
Care bout keeping my family proud
And the money inside my account
I'm not worried about bitches
(Woah, woah)
Went from installing some Vinyl
To layering vocals and rapping on files
Went from installing some vi (Huh)
Went from installing some Vinyl
To layering vocals and rapping on files
To rapping on files
To rapping on files
Went from installing some Vinyl
To layering vocals and rapping on files
On files
Went from smearing the grout on the tiles
To telling these bitches they wild
For having no money, but still want a child
A child
Drive back to Jersey, I roll up in style
Loading it up and then blowing it down
On God
And you don't gotta tell me, I know my shit fire
I know my shit fire haha
I'm fire
Went from installing some Vinyl
To layering vocals and rapping on files
On files (Aye, aye)
Went from smearing the grout on the tiles
To telling these bitches they wild
For having no money, but still want a child
A child
Drive back to Jersey, I roll up in style
Loading it up and then blowing it down
On God
And you don't gotta tell me, I know my shit fire
I'm fire, I'm fire
I used to be on his jobs as a kid
I knew the Vinyl would click
Before I was chasing a bitch
Buying the carpet that's cheaper
Then lean on the edges and step on the tackles
Have customers pissed
In the back of the truck
I was laying on layers of carpet
Whenever he turned, I was rolling and shit
The circle as small as it gets
Don't staple the steps without tucking it in
Why the fuck do I know what linoleum is?
Where the fuck is my tip? (Oh)
Wearing Timbs and a fresh pair of jeans
I went to school and had holes in the fit
I knew these shawties was sad and going out tragic
Before I was laying out padding
Before I was hammering tacks in
Before I was ducking attachment
Chasing success, I knew that I needed it faster
I knew that I needed it faster
This the kicker
I knew the diffence between niggas who really was on
And the ones that just act like they bigger
Since we was on Wicker
I knew that time and the distance would kill em
Cause niggas grow bitter
Was packing emotions so much
I could pack up a Sprinter
Care bout keeping my family proud
And the money inside my account
I'm not worried about bitches
(Woah, woah)
Went from installing some Vinyl
To layering vocals and rapping on files
Went from installing some vi (Huh)
Went from installing some Vinyl
To layering vocals and rapping on files
To rapping on files
To rapping on files
Went from installing some Vinyl
To layering vocals and rapping on files
On files
Went from smearing the grout on the tiles
To telling these bitches they wild
For having no money, but still want a child
A child
Drive back to Jersey, I roll up in style
Loading it up and then blowing it down
On God
And you don't gotta tell me, I know my shit fire
I know my shit fire haha
I'm fire
Went from installing some Vinyl
To layering vocals and rapping on files
On files (Aye, aye)
Went from smearing the grout on the tiles
To telling these bitches they wild
For having no money, but still want a child
A child
Drive back to Jersey, I roll up in style
Loading it up and then blowing it down
On God
And you don't gotta tell me, I know my shit fire
I'm fire, I'm fire
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